There is turmoil
deep in my soul.
Water and soil
turned to sludge.
Tossing and turning
admixed the elements.
Firing then burning
turned clay to artifacts.
What was known
I know no more.
What has shown.
I didn't see before.

To break the shell of clay
I'll let the crack spread.
That's where the light ray
Enters and mends.
The sadness a sign
That the gates are open.
Drawing a straight line,
outside to the deepest core.

To primal love
perhaps, a return.
Feeling heaven above
and below, the ground.
Through future and past
Cutting across time.
To the Everlast,
returning to the First.

I will love you with a broken heart
I will see you through broken glass
I would hold you with wounded hands
I would kiss you with burned lips.

But move with you through broken homes?
Support you despite feeling alone?
Cherish you despite feeling rejected?
Be present despite being neglected?

I asked my heart first, but found no answer
You ask much of me, but you are much better.
You tell me be patient, it will manifest
But I have no doubt that what manifests is best
How would you fix the groans of a broken record?
How would you bear the moans of a broken soul?
How do you keep telling yourself a lie?
How to keep living after your dreams die?

A poem to you I started to write
with a blue pen that
dried out
But I had much more to say.

With yellow sweat and tears
I kept at it
Until
I saw it was the outpouring I loved.

So with blood I continued
Drip drip
Drip
Every red ounce of me on a page.

By the time you read it
None of me
Was left
And you held a white sheet in your hands